Friday, July 31, 2009

1st backcountry


4th day of our first truely backcountry trip. The sound of thunder, now familiar, in the distance. I have dreamed for many years of camping deep in the Bob Marshall Wilderness. This trip is everything I hoped for. The mountains tower over our camp and although not always welcome, thunderstorms can be heard several times daily. First trip flying blood suckers haven't followed us. I guess they weren't up to the challenge. The biting flys are, however. The crews main concern at this point is for our wet and often miserable feet.

Nicole has been a delightful and knowledgable sponsor. We are all excited for our fellow crew members and other crews to arrive Monday. Sleep has become our best friend and wet feet our worst enemy. The vegetation is so thick in the forest we feel like we are in a rainforest. Spirits are high as laughter can often be heard on and off the trail. We all took a dip in the clear and chilly mountain stream running by camp after work.

Kelly Manos
Sat 25, 2009

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Take nothing for granted. Not one blessed, cool mountain day or one hellish, desert day or one sweaty, stinky, hiking companion. It is all a gift.
—CINDY ROSS, Journey on the Crest, 1987